By the time I was done, the packhouse had awoken.
I slipped out of her room when I heard a lull in footsteps. I blended in with the visiting Alphas and Lunas walking to the front, and their confused chatter swelled around me.
The air in the packhouse was anxious, confused, and anticipatory.
I searched for an Omega, any Omega. I found one walking in the opposite direction whose name I didn’t know. I stopped her, grabbing her arms gently to ensure she was paying full attention.
“Keep all the Omegas out of the new wing for the next few hours,” I whispered in as much of a command as I could muster; it still rang through me, and she bowed her head. “And any others,” I added. “Close this place.”
“Y-yes,” she agreed.
I hoped that would be enough; I could not worry about the safety of othe
